Brackenstar paced around his camp, growling angrily. Larch's near-escape had upset the order of things in this clan. He had to do something about it... But what? Something to make the slaves realize who was in charge... He smirked as he began to get an idea. He would- no, today was not the right day. Perhaps tomorrow. Today it was Featherpaw's second assessment. She'd spent her time in the slaves' den a moon ago, and it was time to determine if she'd being going back... For good.
Dapple yawned, feeling well-rested after last night. But there was this odd feeling that she couldn't deny. It was strong and the tortoiseshell tried to block the thoughts from her head. No. It'd never happen and they'd both be killed. She sighed, and pressed against the wall of the den. The cold, crisp air bit at her pelt, and all she wanted was to cuddle up with Scorchflower. The other slaves were asleep. As Dapple wrapped her paws around her head, a call rang out through the camp.
"May all cats old enough to mate join me here at the clan-stump." Brackenstar yowled. The guards signalled for the slaves to come out as well. Dapple nervously padded from the den, and she noticed Featherpaw standing by the stump. "It is time for this apprentice's second assessment. If Featherpaw fails again this time, she'll be joining the slaves." Featherpaw looked anxious, but ready. Her mentor Comorantfang stared at his apprentice, wrinkling his nose. Brackenstar looked at his warriors. "Hmm... Paleflower, you take her mouth. Fallowfang you take her pussy. Blazefur, her ass." The warriors obeyed, and got into position. The grey tabby apprentice closed her eyes. She'd have to bear being fucked by these cats, without cumming until Brackenstar allowed. Once she'd passed the final test of restraint, she would be a warrior, and free to mate with any cat. Brackenstar unsheathed his claws. "Go." Paleflower spread her legs, and Featherpaw knew what to do. She began to lick, and as her tongue explored Paleflower's pussy, she felt Blazefur grab her scruff and ease his large member in. Featherpaw was still pretty tight, and she let out a small moan as Fallowfang started to slurp at her core. No. She had to stay strong, though Fallowfang was an expert at this, and it took a lot to stop herself from shivering in pleasure. As she shuddered, trying to eat out Paleflower while stopping herself from getting wetter, she felt Blazefur pick up speed. He pounded her asshole, and Featherpaw yelped. Blazefur's cock was large, and barely fit into the she cat's tight ass. Paleflower began to grow impatient, and bucked her hips upwards. Featherpaw quickly resumed licking, and thrust her muzzle deeper into the cream tabby's folds. She tasted Paleflower's wetness. She almost moaned again, Fallowfang was just giving her too much pleasure... The she cat beneath her gave her pussy a another long lick, and thrust her tongue in deeper. The grey she cat squirmed, and felt herself becoming very wet. She tried to surpress it, but a loud groan escaped her jaws. Featherpaw arched her back in pleasure, she couldn't bear it, it felt so good... She had to cum... She whimpered, trying to stop herself, but it was too hard, she knew Fallowfang could tell that she was on the edge. Fallowfang licked faster. The apprentice's pussy was throbbing and it was starting to hurt and she just wanted to cum and- it was all over. Featherpaw couldn't stop it. She felt her juices spray out, washing over Fallowfang's muzzle. She felt the tongue leave her burning core. Paleflower realized, and let Featherpaw finish eating her out before moving away. Blazefur didn't stop, though, and continued to thrust into her tail hole. He fucked her roughly and painfully, and after a minute, his thick, white, cum filled Featherpaw's ass. The trembling she cat sunk to the ground. She'd failed. Again. This time, she would never get another chance. She'd be stuck in the slaves' den, forever. The realization hit her hard, and her ears were ringing as Frostpelt fastened her teeth around her scruff. She barely understood what Brackenstar was saying as she was dragged to her new home, cum dripping from all of her orifices. The look in Comorantfang's amber eyes... Half disappointment, half pity. Featherpaw let out a wail. "No, Frostpelt, no! You can't do this to me! Frostpelt! Brackenstar! Stop!" Featherpaw yowled desperately, fighting against the deputy's grip. This couldn't be happening. In the crowd, Blackpaw flattened his ears, and then growled and turned away. Her eyes widened. Her own best friend... The grey tabby tried to make a break for it, but Frostpelt caught her easily, and lashed her claws across Featherpaw's face.
"Shut it, Feather. You shut the fuck up right now, you worthless shit. Yes, that's right. Feather. Not Featherpaw. Now you're going to lie here like the good slave you are, OR ELSE. GOT IT?" Frostpelt snarled. Featherpaw, no, Feather stepped back, still sobbing. The deputy hissed furiously, and bit down hard on her ear, tearing off a good chunk of it. Hysterical, Feather collapsed into her awful new nest, curling into a ball. She shuddered uncontrollably, and closed her eyes. This was all a dream. A nasty, awful dream. She heard the other slaves enter the den, but she didn't care. As Feather lay there in anguish, a nose pressed against her side. She opened her eyes immediately, her fur standing on end, but it was only Kestrel. Pathetic, skinny Kestrel, who was Talonfoot's favourite fucktoy. He examined her ear, and scratch across her face.
"Easy, there. You're going to be okay." Kestrel meowed softly.
"N-n-no I'm not..." Feather sobbed.
"Clean up those wounds of yours." he told her. Feather glared at him, still trembling. "Just calm down... You're still a cat. They have no right to do this to you. Don't let them break you." His voice was quiet, and sad.
"Rather hypocritical of you, isn't it?" Featherpaw snapped. "It's obvious that you're already broken, just look at yourself." Kestrel stepped back. He went back to his own nest. Feather put her head in her paws. Maybe that had been a bit harsh, but it was true. A white she cat called Cloud eyed her suspiciously.
"You idiot. I'd advise you not to turn away help when you're in here, whether you think you need it or not." she hissed. Feather backed against the wall of the den, shutting her eyes again. Images flashed through her head. She'd only been raped twice the last time she'd stayed her, but that would change now. There no chance she'd grow into a strong warrior, that could beat up any cat who had hurt her earlier. She was just a lowly slave now.
"Just leave me alone." she hiccoughed. Nobody spoke a word.
